Potential Titles: James Whitcombe Riley
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somethingdarkerCertain misty yet tenable signs - James Whitcombe Riley "Albumania"
Found in these fugitive lines - James Whitcombe Riley "Albumania"
Cross-hatchings of the nettle - James Whitcombe Riley "A Barefoot Boy"
In the gray of the morn - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
A blade that's shaved the dead - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
The rain will rust it red - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
The banners of silvery fold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
The winds with their fringes of gold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
With its fabulous waters of gold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
in a hot-scarlet sash - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
The current of a lazy-flowing dream - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
On his bed of straw and reeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
That had tumbled in the weeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
Ripe juices of citron and grape - James Whitcombe Riley "Dolores"
The scar of her sandal thereafter - James Whitcombe Riley "Dolores"
With lips of coral and silver sand - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
O'er crags of opal and amethyst - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Where the lily leans o'er an amber stream - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Like a rill of wasted wine - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Where the stars drip down - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
In molten spatters of bud and bloom - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Breaks the sleep of the silence - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
In the grasp of Time's cold palm - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
From the years that used to be - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
White-fruited cocoa shown against the shell - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
Chaste pallor, with a crimson stain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
Like a red rose rinsed with rain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
With a silence vast in weight - James Whitcombe Riley "Eros"
Where the ghost of the moon looks blue - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
Under her big black wing - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
In his angered eye that glows - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
And the high stars trail their heads - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
The light of the laughing stars - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"
Framed her in a smile of white - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"
Adorning Earth with its esteem - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"
Clasps and keeps in voiceless joy - James Whitcombe Riley "Little David"
As white as the gleam of her beckoning hand - James Whitcombe Riley "The Little Red Ribbon"
Roses, too, both red and pink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Lovely Child"
On the margin of moonshine land - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"
In these lonesome ribs - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"
And bridal jewels of fangs and stings - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"
With mad, impatient hands - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
Nor ever Autumn's leaves of brown - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
With envy lighting them - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
The labyrinths of doubt and care - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
Wild and quick as tinder - James Whitcombe Riley "Natural Perversities"
Prove a thing, then doubt it - James Whitcombe Riley "Natural Perversities"
Restful as a dream - James Whitcombe Riley "An Old-Timer"
Through the maze of the dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "The Old Trundle-Bed"
Take our worn souls Home - James Whitcombe Riley "Out of the Hitherwhere"
No wealth of gold do I possess - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
The wealth of honest purpose - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
The wealth of owing naught to-day - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
Natal wounds scarce healed - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The dark and purple stain of war - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The fire of Treason's blazing gun - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
In fealty to love's enduring ties - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
Whose glory is our own - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The azure eye of some lost boy - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The Twilight folds her gloom - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
O'er all the azure plain - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
Smiling in thy dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
With gleams of rapture perfected - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
The song I never sing - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
The echoes of old voices - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
Drain their own kisses as they drink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
Crested o'er the golden walls - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
Purifying floods of song - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
With the pulverized rays of a star - James Whitcomb Riley "Spirk Troll-Derisive"
Or in the pink of dawn - James Whitcombe Riley "Summer-Time and Winter-Time"
Her thought's fine whisper - James Whitcombe Riley "This Dear Child-Hearted Woman that Is Dead"
A realm of light and shadow mystical - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"
Arched with unfathomed azure - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"
Meadow-lark no less than nightingale - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"
Silvery, low, slow-sliding - James Whitcombe Riley "Through Sleepy-Land"
What boisterous peace - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
Thy fancy's finger-tip - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
All distress is stilled - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
No syllable of sorrow - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
With me a measure all divine - James Whitcombe Riley "A Twintorette"
The chaos of my deepest dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "The Voices"
Nothing hurts like tenderness - James Whitcombe Riley "What Redress"
Outweep the very dews - James Whitcombe Riley "When I Do Mock"
In silver largess and gold twinklings bright - James Whitcombe Riley "When I Do Mock"
In a spatter of spiteful rain - James Whitcombe Riley "A Windy Day"
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Found in these fugitive lines - James Whitcombe Riley "Albumania"
Cross-hatchings of the nettle - James Whitcombe Riley "A Barefoot Boy"
In the gray of the morn - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
A blade that's shaved the dead - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
The rain will rust it red - James Whitcombe Riley "Charms I: For Corns and Things"
The banners of silvery fold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
The winds with their fringes of gold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
With its fabulous waters of gold - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
in a hot-scarlet sash - James Whitcombe Riley "The Circus Parade"
The current of a lazy-flowing dream - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
On his bed of straw and reeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
That had tumbled in the weeds - James Whitcomb Riley "Das Krist Kindel"
Ripe juices of citron and grape - James Whitcombe Riley "Dolores"
The scar of her sandal thereafter - James Whitcombe Riley "Dolores"
With lips of coral and silver sand - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
O'er crags of opal and amethyst - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Where the lily leans o'er an amber stream - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Like a rill of wasted wine - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Where the stars drip down - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
In molten spatters of bud and bloom - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
Breaks the sleep of the silence - James Whitcombe Riley "Dreamer, Say"
In the grasp of Time's cold palm - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
From the years that used to be - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
White-fruited cocoa shown against the shell - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
Chaste pallor, with a crimson stain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
Like a red rose rinsed with rain - James Whitcombe Riley "An Empty Glove"
With a silence vast in weight - James Whitcombe Riley "Eros"
Where the ghost of the moon looks blue - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
Under her big black wing - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
In his angered eye that glows - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
And the high stars trail their heads - James Whitcombe Riley "The Frog"
The light of the laughing stars - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"
Framed her in a smile of white - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"
Adorning Earth with its esteem - James Whitcombe Riley "Leonanie"
Clasps and keeps in voiceless joy - James Whitcombe Riley "Little David"
As white as the gleam of her beckoning hand - James Whitcombe Riley "The Little Red Ribbon"
Roses, too, both red and pink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Lovely Child"
On the margin of moonshine land - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"
In these lonesome ribs - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"
And bridal jewels of fangs and stings - James W. Riley "The Lugubrious Whing-Whang"
With mad, impatient hands - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
Nor ever Autumn's leaves of brown - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
With envy lighting them - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
The labyrinths of doubt and care - James Whitcombe Riley "My Bride that Is to Be"
Wild and quick as tinder - James Whitcombe Riley "Natural Perversities"
Prove a thing, then doubt it - James Whitcombe Riley "Natural Perversities"
Restful as a dream - James Whitcombe Riley "An Old-Timer"
Through the maze of the dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "The Old Trundle-Bed"
Take our worn souls Home - James Whitcombe Riley "Out of the Hitherwhere"
No wealth of gold do I possess - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
The wealth of honest purpose - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
The wealth of owing naught to-day - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
Natal wounds scarce healed - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The dark and purple stain of war - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The fire of Treason's blazing gun - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
In fealty to love's enduring ties - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
Whose glory is our own - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The azure eye of some lost boy - James Whitcombe Riley "The Silent Victors"
The Twilight folds her gloom - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
O'er all the azure plain - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
Smiling in thy dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
With gleams of rapture perfected - James Whitcombe Riley "Slumber-Song"
The song I never sing - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
The echoes of old voices - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
Drain their own kisses as they drink - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
Crested o'er the golden walls - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
Purifying floods of song - James Whitcombe Riley "The Song I Never Sing"
With the pulverized rays of a star - James Whitcomb Riley "Spirk Troll-Derisive"
Or in the pink of dawn - James Whitcombe Riley "Summer-Time and Winter-Time"
Her thought's fine whisper - James Whitcombe Riley "This Dear Child-Hearted Woman that Is Dead"
A realm of light and shadow mystical - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"
Arched with unfathomed azure - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"
Meadow-lark no less than nightingale - James Whitcombe Riley "Three Singing Friends"
Silvery, low, slow-sliding - James Whitcombe Riley "Through Sleepy-Land"
What boisterous peace - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
Thy fancy's finger-tip - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
All distress is stilled - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
No syllable of sorrow - James Whitcombe Riley "To Edgar Wilson"
With me a measure all divine - James Whitcombe Riley "A Twintorette"
The chaos of my deepest dreams - James Whitcombe Riley "The Voices"
Nothing hurts like tenderness - James Whitcombe Riley "What Redress"
Outweep the very dews - James Whitcombe Riley "When I Do Mock"
In silver largess and gold twinklings bright - James Whitcombe Riley "When I Do Mock"
In a spatter of spiteful rain - James Whitcombe Riley "A Windy Day"
Poet's Wikipedia page.
Navigation Links:
Go to R author index.
Go to author indices.
Go to word indices.
Go to category indices.
